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My seas aren't made bland;
our country is rich by land.
My seas never looked so bad
'til your ship left the sand.
I'll try, I'll try, I'll try
to forget you at the count of ten;
you'll do, you'll do, you'll do
as soon as you say, "Aye, captain."
I was back at the stories again,
skimming the letter's ashes o' what I said
as I screamed "damn" again
because I burned them again in my head.
Will you wave good-bye before we end?
I never know. You had left me damaged.
Will there still be land left to tend?
I'll never know. You left for the voyage.
When you come back, I'll be sure
to throw a feast in my humble home,
where I need to help the injured,
where a room is better than a dome.
But you'll be sailing farther;
you won't look back to stare at me
'cause it takes less to garner
those above than those beneath the sea.
Maybe you drown much more
in my heart, in my arms, in me
than any ocean beyond the shore,
beyond the dangers of the sea.
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Finite Infinitives
Puisi𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
